On The Train, Oct. 17, 2006

My wife asked me, ‘so how does it feel to be 45?’ My reply was not much as honestly I did not feel anything different. Bottomline for me is that a year had gone and looking back I asked myself what good that I have done really? Have I been meaningful and useful as a person, husband, father, son, boss and many more to different people. Doing my own assessment I would want to think so but looking at it closely I had failed in many areas. Thus I promise myself to be a better person.

An Iranian sits next to me facing the other way talking to his hand phone quiet aloud. Obviously all of us in the train do not have a clue to what he is talking about with a lady, I over heard a lady’s voice, at the other end. Nevertheless he does not have to talk so loudly.

Again I am trying to be me now. It’s Ramadan, 1831 hours, late, on the train home and I have the audacity to try to get a booking for dinner for my family. I am adamant that I am going to figure out something. I will tell you tomorrow the outcome.

On The Train, Oct. 16, 2006

Baqir went in and out of clinics and hospital over the weekend and still no conclusive results to his condition. He looked as healthy as he can be and the reading also confirmed that his fever had already receded. But his blood platelet reading still a yoyo and he is getting fed up with the ‘dracula’ (nurses and doctors) sucking his blood everyday. The clincher was today when his reading was at 80 at the poliklinik and was immediately transferred to Putrajaya Hosiptal to be admitted and while there his blood was taken again for another reading and it went upto 92 and the good doctor there discharged him. As a father I am of course worried about him. However, I suspect this is not a normal ‘sickness’ and later I was proven to be right.

Today is Kakak’s birthday and I thought of taking my family out for dinner but with Baqir’s condition I have to postpone it to tomorrow.